1164 word(s)Published149 A soft hand touching him hesitatingly, it penetrated his drunk haze. So soft, and oh so soothing. It reminded him of when he was a young lad in his mother's knees. His mother would read to him, and teach him how to do maths. She will praise him and pat the soft curls of his head when he does things right. The small hand that caressed his thigh, and now, his hair, was like a soothing balm to his wounded soul. To his head raving mad. One by one, his demons began receding. One by one, the dark memories began fading. They loosened their fierce hold on him. Only a bit. For the first time, he became aware of his surroundings. Of the soft trembling body he pinned to the wall, thrusting savagely and hungrily into her. Danika. He loosened his hold on her breast, but his control was still shot

 1276 word(s)Published151 Her arms felt like water, but she was able to raise them and wrap around his head. They cuddled that way. They listened to the sound of their breathings. Allowing the silence between them to stretch, it was a comfortable silence where the king tried to remember the details of what just happened, and Danika tried to surpress the feeling of worry for her child. What was done, was done. At least if she lost the baby, it will save her from all the stress and worry about the king finding out, she tried to console herself. She concentrated on the feeling of the King's head in between her breasts, his hand was caressing her skin the same way hers does to his head. They almost seem like real couples, Danika thought with an inner sad smile. She closed her eyes to enjoy the moment. "Thank you, Danika." His deep voi

 1075 word(s)Published153 "What if I get pregnant?" She blurted out. He stiffened all over. One moment he felt like a man, and next, he felt like stone beside her. The silence that followed was nervewrecking. Then, "You should never worry about that. I have never given you to another man. I have never shared you before, and I do not have plans to share you with anybody." he looked her dead in the eyes, "So, that is not possible, Danika." Danika's heart flew right out of her. The king lowered his bead again and closed his mouth around her nìpple, he sucked and played with the other one. The courage deserted her at his reply, and the fear of what he'll do when he finds out doubled. She must be a coward because she can't tell him about it anymore. At least, not for today. She'll talk t

 871 word(s)Published155 Vetta was sheathing as she walked out of the bedroom. Suddenly, she wished she never came here. She wished she never heard the incoherent mumbles, and she never pressed her ear so glued to the door to decipher the things they said. She wished she never got curious. "Good night, Mistress." A maid greeted her with a bow as she passed. Vetta only glared daggers at the maid and matched right past her. What is so good about the night!? There is nothing—ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!—good about this night! Danika is right there inside that bedroom. The king drew sëxual pleasures from her body and sated himself on her. During courting season. Not only that, he is saying such ridiculous words to Danik she never expected him to say. Words she kept hoping the king woul

 1073 word(s)Published157 Vetta turned to her when they walked far away. "It's Courting Week. You're in your bedroom while the king summons his slave to sate his hunger every night. He prefers his slave to you, and this is your week. Tell me you do not feel disrespected." "I feel very disrespected." She conceded softly. That's something. Vetta nodded in satisfaction, "It's very bad for him to treat you this way. And Danika pretends to be your friend, but she goes right behind you and sleep with the king during YOUR courting week." Kamara said nothing to that. Instead, she resumes walking. Vetta followed closely behind her. "So, what are you going to do about this?" Vetta urged her. "I do not know. What am I going to do about that?" She kept walking. "There are so many things you can do about that. The king dis